Ah, sweet Wednesday, the day when I get up
early to drive to Springfield. I
haven’t been up in weeks because the snow keeps deciding that Wednesday is a
nice day to keep me home. I was
very excited to go today, because not only did I get to pick up my digital
camera from the shop, but due to a credit limit increase on one of my credit
cards, I had decided that I was due some shopping at Barnes & Noble.
I got several lovely books which I’ll try to get around to telling you
about tomorrow. Right now it’s a
bit late and I have spent most of the evening cleaning, and am frankly
exhausted. However, I will take a minute to tell you about the very
exciting sign I saw at BN! It seems that they will be having a
"Midnight Magic" party on June 20th to celebrate the release of the
5th HP book on the 21st! They will start selling it just after midnight,
so can you get a mental picture? A store full of HP freaks at
midnight. This is on my must-do list.
When I got home, I found a big box on the table, full of stuff for my vet assistant class. My last three units are electives, where we got to chose three out of four: cats, dogs, horses, and veterinary practice administration. (I went with cats, horses, and administration. I would have preferred dogs, but administration looked so easy. And oh how easy it was!) I opened the box to find my books and such for the unit on cats, and promptly exclaimed “I get to learn about Tallulah Janes!”
Have you ever wished that You Today could send a quick email to You Two years ago? Something along the lines of “Have decided to be a travel writer, so feel free to not spend $900 on vet assistant classes. It will just end with you trying to cram the last six months of work into your final month so that you don’t have to pay for an extension. Thanks!” Not that I regret taking vet assistant courses, because I don’t. If nothing else, I now know more about the gastrointestinal system of sheep that I ever wanted to.
In other news, BBC America has taken over my life. It started out innocently enough, as these things always do: I was going to watch Graham Norton because Orlando Bloom was on, and really, how could I resist? Orlando was fabulous as always, but I didn’t quite get Graham Norton. I chalked it up to the mystery that is British humor and went on with life. Then, mostly on accident, I discovered What Not To Wear- a show where two style professionals ambush some unsuspecting British woman who needs a style makeover, give them a check for 2000 Pounds ($3000 American), and teaches them what they need to buy. I watched it that first time thinking “Humm, this could be addictive”. How right I was! Soon I was watching it whenever it was on. The thing is, it was followed by Graham Norton, and I am often too lazy to change the channel, so I started watching him on a regular basis, too. Well, that’s when the funny thing happened. One day, I woke up and boom! I was British. Suddenly, Graham Norton is the funniest damn thing on tv, and I am even finding myself watching British soap operas! Like moths to a flame, these shows started flocking to my list of shows to watch! Ground force! Changing Rooms! Coupling! Eastenders! It’s a bit disturbing, really, but not all that bad since I am planning on temporarily moving to London in a year or two. At least I’m not to the Madonna phase yet- you know, wandering around with a British accent that we all KNOW isn’t really yours… But I did find myself saying “bugger!” twice this morning, and “bollocks!” more than once.
TLC is coming out with an American version of What Not To Wear, but I am quite suspicious, regarding it as a child regards their new stepmother. I don’t think anyone can replace Trinny and Susannah in my heart to begin with, but from the previews, these American chicks just don’t seem as good. We shall see! I do have hope though, since TLC has been a whore before and made Trading Spaces from BBC’s Changing Rooms, and Trading Spaces ended up being deliciously better.
This break I have between Springfield and the bank is never long enough. Sure, I could spend less time shopping and such while I’m there, but I never do. Today it was just long enough to make an enchilada and some Mama Lupe Dip (recipe below), start this entry, and play a game or two of solitare. It’s a refreshing break, but not satisfying.
Note: Mama Lupe is now like the new member of our house. Our refridgerator is never without Mama Lupe brand tortillas and salsa. The package features a homely looking Mexican woman. I love her dearly.
Crystal’s “How can you eat that?” Mama Lupe Dip
Ingredients: (vary amounts of each ingredient according to taste)
Refried Beans (I prefer the fat free variety)
Enchilada Sauce
Mama Lupe’s Salsa
Cheese to sprinkle on top.
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